At Home in Mowbray

By Sebastian Temlett

                                                             She visited my room today

Falling gently on my wallF1060026 (2)

She touches my sheets, my skin

Complete and soft in her embrace

Allowing for the hard shadows

That spring up behind each

Lump and bump

Each imperfection

                                                                  The texture of lives

She has passed through cloudF1040002

Thick and set

And below, each rising

Wisp before the mountain face

Extends a ghostly arm

In plaintive plea

Then snarls into monstrosity

As its vapours find their end

and trail out

 

And swallows dance their belies full

Above powerlines and hard edged roofs

As people hole up inside

With stucco hearts and

Lonely conversation

 

And she emerges as she falls

So gently on my pillow now

As it begins to rain outside


Photo by Sebastian Temlett

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